Well, That Was Interesting
I went off to that job interview in England last week. The employer was adamant that the date could not be changed and an internet interview was out of the question. I knew that they couldn't tell me my chances over the telephone, but I asked how many people had been short-listed. Only three people had made the cut. I had to make a decision on whether to spend a hefty sum for airfare and go to the interview or to sit it out. I went.
The interview process consisted of meeting with senior members of staff, along with the other candidates. That wasn't so bad, it gave a chance to sum up the competition. Later there was a tour of the facility where it was disclosed that not only would the post involve working in the Accident and Emergency department (as advertised) but also supervising the physios in 9 other wards, including ICU (not advertised). I haven't worked in an ICU in nearly twenty years! "How did I get shortlisted for this post," I wondered? Is this a job I would want at this point in my career, among managers who clearly had a difficult time being upfront?
Finally came the actual interview in front of a panel of four people. The questions were inane. Someone finally asked me how I felt about working in the unadvertised ICU. I admitted that my skills were probably not up to par in that area. There was much "tut-tutting" among the interviewers at this point. They thanked me for my honesty (I think we all know this means I didn't get the job).
I'm angry. My CV clearly states the time frames of where I worked in each position. It was clear from the start that I wouldn't have met their needs-if they had actually read my CV and had advertised the job accurately.
Back at our flat, my partner and I commiserated about the whole thing while cooking dinner together and sharing a bottle of wine. It was then that I realized I had made the right move coming back for the interview. The interview tanked, but it made me appreciate what was really important...coming home.